For those who on their pallets
lay wounded, in distress,
Must needs, though death were grievous,
forget its bitterness,
And all the sick and ailing,
must drive dull care away,
And join in the rejoicings
for this great holiday.
For those who on their pallets
lay wounded, in distress,
Must needs, though death were grievous,
forget its bitterness,
And all the sick and ailing,
must drive dull care away,
And join in the rejoicings
for this great holiday.